From sea to shining sea, Our blood has fallen since time began, Now it boils, a storm unleashed, a fire within the man. Our energy stirs and grows, too strong to cage, Its rhythm beats within our hearts, a pulse that fuels our rage.

From sea to shining sea, Our blood has fallen since time began, I see their sneers, I hear their cheers, As our kin slip through their hands. We are not like those who bend, whose pride succumbs to sway, For honor burns within our souls, unbroken in the fray.
We are no dying ember, no flicker in the dark, But flames that light the ages, igniting ancient sparks.
Our fury is a righteous call, our fight a sacred creed, For we, like anchors in the storm, defy the tides of greed. We vow to guard the unborn kin who slumber in the earth, Their legacy, a roaring fire, to rise and claim their worth.
We will not falter, will not break; our steps will march unbound, Through gale and shore, our promise will resound. From sea to shining sea, Our blood has fallen since time began.